Chapter 822: Familiar Words

What text is this?

Word?

Bronto didn't know why he judged it as words.

However, there is no doubt that this thing is words.

Bronto frowned slightly.

Straight lines, horizontal lines, oblique lines, all kinds of lines form a picture-like text with a roughly outer circle and inner square outline.

After careful recollection for a while, Bronto was sure that he had never seen this kind of writing.

However, he has a strange sense of familiarity.

He is very familiar with this kind of writing.

This strong sense of familiarity made Bronto keep trying to find the source, but the result was that his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Can't find it, he can't find the memory of these words.

This situation made him feel anxious.

These words are very important, and he is very familiar with them.

However, he didn't know the words themselves, or even saw them.

This contradictory sense of departure from cognition caused Bronto a strong anxiety.

what is it

What exactly is this?

Bronto grew irritable.

However, at this moment, a sense of sight suddenly came.

Accompanied by the feeling of trance, is a scene that is extremely clear in the dark night——

It was a huge one-eyed, with flames swirling like a storm-like one-eyed eye.

In this kind of thing that normal people would panic and be afraid of, Bronto's first feeling was not these, but a sense of familiarity.

He seemed to know the great eye of the flaming, stormy thing.

And following it, there was a sense of trust that was not too much.

A relative trust gained in comparison.

Compared with the surrounding darkness, compared with this church, compared with the surrounding things and even little Hurley, he has a stronger sense of trust.

Or in other words, he has a sense of distrust for the things around him, for everything including little Hurley, but in comparison, in contrast, the huge eyes like flames and storms brought him a sense of distrust. It feels very "strong".

In a brief moment, Bronto understood the specific form of these feelings.

I don't know why, but he is quite keen on these cognitive matters.

However, for some reason, he always felt that the words on the stone book were more important than the giant flaming eyes.

In such a situation that seems hopeless to ordinary people, Bronto still involuntarily turned his gaze to the stone book sculpture.

One word after another came into his eyes.

But at this time, another feeling emerged.

It was a picture, a silhouette with rectangles, and light and shadow that gave him a sense of stagnation emerged.

a card?

Meditation cards!

The card of the fortune teller!

The eyes that outline doubts and bewildered expressions freeze with the emergence of thoughts.

Memories emerged one after another.

Feeling itchy eyes, Bronto touched his face, but as he scratched his face, pieces of flesh and blood were ripped off by him.

And those flesh and blood quickly turned into pieces of weightless black things in his sight, dissipating like shadows.

What happened with this situation was that his field of vision was occupied by silver.

water? Air?

The flowing silver flowed from his eye sockets, and after tearing his head, it became even faster, until his entire body was torn apart, his consciousness had not completely disappeared.

In the end, in Bronto's field of vision, there was only one giant silver-black bird that flowed like water and was dim like fire.

The blackness on his body is fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the contrary, there were lines on his body that spread like branches.

crow?

Bronto's last thought disappeared completely without being answered.

And in the air, the silver crow, or Yago, didn't even bother to take a second look at Bronto. His gaze swept directly to the stone book next to him.

Those characters that Bronto didn't understand, those block-like characters composed of lines, Yago recognized.

Or he couldn't possibly not recognize it.

"We succeeded. At this point, Singer has indeed observed it."

"But it's too far away."

"Shadow Mage, call the Shadow Mage."

"But no, he hasn't woken up yet. He's still trying to reproduce the mirror world of wizards. There's no way until he wakes up himself."

"Then what should I do?"

"Let him come."

"Every tower at the end has its own duty, except his one."

"He is a backup setting, a substitute when a key node is damaged or cannot function"

"Are you sure? The records left by the wizard say so. The concept of the origin of this tower at the end is very easy."

"We have no other choice."

"This may be our only chance."

"The wizards have already failed, we cannot fail again, or wait for our results."

".I see."

Sentences in the format of dialogue records are engraved on stone book carvings.

Yago clearly saw the content written in his familiar characters.

"The observation site has been successfully stabilized."

"Connect! Connect! What is needed is the connection!"

"What to use as a connection!"

"Stars, use the positions of the stars to anchor! Use all the stars!"

"You're crazy!"

"Don't try to stop me, I'm done."

"Knowledge is the best bridge and the only means to overcome obstacles, use the words of the stars"

"No, dreams are a better choice."

The text on the stone book came to an abrupt end.

Some abruptly interrupted.

However, Yago will not underestimate the content of these words.

Just because the text is written in the form of Chinese characters, it is impossible for Yago to underestimate it.

However, Yago had some doubts.

Although the content on the pages is written in Chinese characters in the language of the Celestial Dynasty, its grammatical habits do not conform to the habits of the Celestial Dynasty.

Have a strong sense of translation?

It still feels like an interpreter's accent.

But, more importantly

cognitive fragments.

The stone book sculpture gave him a feeling as if he was in the world of books, a feeling similar to the abilities of the headless horseman and the spirit man.

Secret way.

At the moment when he was connected to the abilities of the Headless Horseman and the Soulman, Yago made a judgment.

This is a product of the power of the Secret Path.

However, he also felt that this stone book sculpture was being firmly bound by the surrounding shadows and the power formed by those shadows.

Or protect?

Puzzled thoughts emerged.

However, at this time, the huge flame-like eyes were gradually disappearing as the night fell, and Atile's voice sounded in his ears:

"Move fast, I can't hold it anymore."

Despite his reluctance, Yago could only choose to withdraw.